Page 27 of Broken Promises

“Lightning Cove has shit cameras. It’s patchy, which is why a lot of secret meets happen there,” Cruz supplied for me, keeping the laptop open but looking at the road ahead. “Which end did he want to meet?”

“East end.”

“No cameras,” he muttered under his breath, pulling three handguns out from the glovebox and handing me one. “Can’t be too careful.”

I hated the thought that this could end badly. I couldn’t shoot Ander, not even if he’d betrayed me and was luring me out to save himself.

Drake drove past the coastal beachfront entrance where people usually parked, and I found myself getting more and more tense the closer we got.

“There he is,” Drake said as the black Supra came into view. It was a secluded spot with no other cars around, making my nerves worse.

We parked a little further away and climbed out, Cruz’s voice low but clear as both Ander’s car doors opened. “He’s not alone.”

Cruz had no issue walking towards them with his gun raised, and my heart squeezed as Ander stepped out with his hand up, the other going back inside the car to signal for his passenger to wait.

“I come in peace, Lennox. Do you think this is a clown car? How much backup do you think I have?” Ander asked dryly.

“Looks like a clown car to me,” Cruz grunted as Drake aimed his gun at Ander, leaving Cruz to aim his lower at the hidden passenger behind him. “Who the fuck’s with you? Tell them to get out slowly.”

“If you don’t get that thing out of my face, we’re going to have a problem,” Ander answered flatly, his eyes sliding to mine. “Hey, Zav.”

I scowled at how it looked like I was hiding behind Cruz and Drake, so I lifted my gun and stepped closer. “Don’t fuckingheyme, Lavaro. Who the fuck’s with you?”

“I’m not letting her get out until you put the guns down,” he snapped, making me falter slightly.

Did he bring Blake?

Cruz glanced at me and Drake before lowering his weapon, but he didn’t put it away. We did the same, and Ander relaxed.

“You can get out now, Bluebird.”

There was only one person he called that, and I was moving towards the car before she even stepped out.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” I hissed when I saw her swollen lip. “Is this some kind of exchange? Fucking take me then. Rae, go to Cruz and Drake.”

“You know the only way I’d get rough with Raven was if I got her naked,” Ander deadpanned, earning a dirty look from Raven.

“Keep dreaming, asshole.”

“I will,” he smirked, resting his arms on top of his car and giving Cruz and Drake his back so he could watch us over theroof of it. “You should be thanking me. I saved her ass last night.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she bit out, making me frown. She was tense, and it was obvious she didn’t want anyone knowing what had happened.

That meant it had been bad.

I stepped closer to Raven and reached out to take her chin, holding her gaze when she pulled back. “Let me,” I said firmly, defiance flashing across her face before she allowed me to touch her.

My thumb brushed across her lip, my voice low. “Does this have something to do with Michael?” She physically flinched, fury racing through me. “What did that piece of shit do? I’ll kill him.”

“Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt,” Ander drawled, drawing my attention to him.

“You’re serious?”

“Deadly. I heard something tragic happened to Masterson too,” he said coldly, making my worry worse. Ander didn’t kill people for fun, they had to earn their fate, which meant they’d hurt Raven more than the swollen lip.

“We might wait in the car,” Cruz offered, glancing around one last time before motioning for Drake to follow him.

Once we were alone, Ander spoke. “She’s staying with me until I can clear her old man and his friends out.”

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